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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 030 )

Test Drive Meme #30

Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We're pleased that you're expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.

Reserves and Applications are always open, and are processed every weekend.

Two important notes:

1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?

2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.

Polar Opposites
Adventurers in the waking world have had to contend with the temperamental island of Monsun, which has recently undergone some rather drastic changes. These changes have now become all the more evident in Mu. You see, upon waking here, you're likely to end up on one of two sides.

The east side is a frozen wasteland, rife with glaciers and beasts that you could expect to see in an ice age - woolly mammoths, sabre-toothed tigers, and dozens of others besides. While they're not innately hostile creatures, you should probably keep your distance...unless your idea of a good time is getting into a brisk fight with one or more of these beasts. Nothing like a good brawl to warm up the blood, after all!

What's more is that your body may also begin to reflect physical properties inherent to the region. This can be as simple as a thin layer of semi-permanent frost that settles over you, and as complex as sprouting icicle horns and spines all over your body. These changes can be slow to emerge or extremely painful, or relatively painless and immediate. If you get the odd ice-based power to shoot icicles out of your hands or slick the ground beneath you with frost on top of it, well...that's just a bonus, isn't it?

On the other hand, you could wake up on the western side of this recreation of Monsun. Things here are just as dangerous, but in a rather different sense. This place is a blasted, scorched wasteland of volcanic corruption. The parts of the land still traversable are little more than seared patches of coal and rock. All around you, rivers of magma seethe in haphazard, highly volatile tributaries. At irregular points, parts of the land detach seemingly at random and drift into the air, as though decoupled from the island's gravity. Heavy chunks of charred rock hover in midair, though it's not clear how it is they remain suspended. The land is periodically rocked with earthquakes that spurt fountains of lava into the air in burning arcs and further fracture what little solid ground you have, causing more of it to break away from the ground and bob listlessly in the empty air.

You can also expect to be pursued by the odd monstrous entity on top of these environmental hazards - so tread carefully!

There are benefits to this, however. Just like with the east side, sticking around on the heat-blasted part of this world may cause your body to reflect physical properties inherent to the region. Whether it's a fiery shimmer bathing your silhouette, your skin becoming blackened and veined with magma, or any other variation besides, is up to you. These changes can be slow to emerge or extremely painful, or relatively painless and immediate. And, of course, if you pick up a fire-based power or two in the interim, that's just a bonus. Maybe you can shoot fire from your hands now, or make whips of lava out of thin air. Pretty badass, right? Totally makes this potentially traumatic transformation worth it, right?

Well, we thought so.

Can't Let It Go
It is in the thick of winter, and while the tropical islands on LifeAftr are only intermittently reflecting this, the dreamworld of Mu is the exception here. You'll have to be careful when braving these thick, high-piled snowdrifts, however. You might see the occasional lump of snow that looks like someone nearby has made a couple of snowmen. That's nice, right? A good sign of civilization?

Not so. These are, in fact, creatures known as snowgoons, and they are very much hostile. So not only is it very cold, but you're being hunted by terrifying snowmen on top of it. They are intrinsically hostile, incredibly lethal, and what's more? They are relentless.

It'd be bad enough if these things only wanted to rip you limb from limb, but they don't. What they really want to do is turn you into one of them. They primarily accomplish this by stalking you and hounding you more or less nonstop until you essentially collapse from exhaustion or no longer have any means to fighting them off, and then packing snow around you. Assuming you don't freeze to death, you can still get free as long as they don't get to your head. Once they've covered your face, there's no coming back.

The best way to deal with these creatures is to keep them at a distance as much as possible; snowgoons are only really effective at close range. They can be picked off fairly easily from a distance, though we recommend figuring out some kind of way of generating heat to keep them at bay. These things, true to their appearance, despise fire and heat.

Hope you brought a flamethrower!

Mistletoe? More Like Mistlefoe
Ah, mistletoe. A long-standing wintertime tradition, often used to facilitate all sorts of romantical shenanigans throughout history. This isn't necessarily requisite, or forced, fortunately. In this wintery wonderland, most mistletoe is in its uncut, untendered state - little more than a parasitic fuzz clinging to the branches of the trees overhead.

You have a roughly equal chance of running into two different types of mistletoe. There is, of course, the conventional mistletoe, wherein you will more or less immediately experience the urge to express affection to whoever else is nearest. This can translate to romantic, familial, or platonic affection - cuddling, kissing, hand-holding, hugging, or just plain being nice to them, as per your comfort level. This may be a mutual affection...or it might not.

There is also the other type of mistletoe. Instead of a one true soulmate, this type will select your one true foemate.

Upon crossing paths with this type of mistletoe, you will be seized with the immediate and overwhelming desire to fight whoever else is nearest. This sensation might be mutual, or it might be wholly one-sided. This can translate to an unthinkable, murderous bloodlust that obscures all other reason, or it might relate to a polite request for a formal duel. This parasitic plant has selected your government-assigned nemesis; are you really going to run from that?

Unfortunately for you, these two types of mistletoe are virtually indistinguishable from one another. It's entirely possible for one person to be affected by the former and another person to be affected by the latter simultaneously.

Good luck.

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Frozen Wasteland

At a glance, it likely looks to the average person like someone’s pet must have gotten lost out here: There’s a large brown tabby hunkered down against the wind, pushing his way through the snow, with a spiked collar secured around his throat and his long fur shaved down to fuzz over most of his torso. And, technically, that’s kind of true… though the Rum Tum Tugger is a little less concerned right now with the absence of the humans he lives with than that of their dwelling. Independence is one thing, but he never signed up for complete exposure to some kind of ice-blasted wilds, without so much as a rubbish bin to hide inside, and he can feel the frost sticking in his fur and clinging to his ears and whiskers.

On the other hand… not everyone around here is quite average, are they. And those with sufficient powers of perception, particularly those of the magical kind, may see something wildly different before them, still crouched down irritably in the snow-- and still nearly chest-deep in it, actually, still no bigger than a largeish housecat.

Whether this new face is that of a lost housepet or a tiny man clad in a furry bodysuit, though, his eyes lock right onto the first hint of movement nearby, and he goes very still, ears pricked forward (if they’re ears and not just a hairstyle resembling cat ears?) and tail lashing (if it’s a tail and not just a belt) with visible interest.

Mistlefoe

Have you ever wanted to fight a housecat? Or, alternately, a two-foot-tall mancat?

Too bad, because he’s going to fight you.

Evidently, in his exploration of his strange new surroundings, the Rum Tum Tugger has come across some of that strange mistletoe - and now whatever unfortunate soul happens to be closest seems absolutely infuriating, and is going to pay for it.

At least he’s not particularly stealthy, and his chosen victim will get a moment’s warning in the form of a furious hiss-and-snarl before he leaps at them, claws outstretched.

(( OOC: YES this is how we’re doing this; generally speaking, if someone is nonmagical/doesn’t have any particular powers that would allow them to see magic/perceive things others don’t/etc, they will probably just see a cat! A talking cat, granted, but a cat. However, if your character DOES have some kind of magical sight or anything along those lines, i will leave it up to other players if they’re seeing a cat or a tiny mancat.

As for other senses, like, say, scent: i do not know for sure tbh. He may smell kinda OFF for a cat, but if you want to figure stuff out more wrt that hit me up over PM or at

omixgirl10. I’m willing to be loose with this, i’m out here playing a dancing cat man ))

Volcanic Corruption

Papyrus doesn't recall putting much thought into what might happen if, say, the CORE catastrophically failed and set off a volcanic eruption. Science isn't his driving interest, after all. But his subconscious, as tirelessly hard-working as any part of him ought to be, has plainly put a whole lot of thought into it! For this dream is a vivid and somewhat painful outline.

The way the ground quakes from time to time, breaking up to reveal even more rivers of magma... Or is it lava, with the way the mountain's exploded so hard that the underground is now almost above ground, with chunks of rock floating above like they're caught in the barrier?

Or the way the heat is so pervasive, so magically-infused, that his bones are bursting into a flame that's somehow part of him. As though someone fused him and Grillby into a particularly firey skeleton. If only he had a spiked leather jacket, he could look really cool. In the way where coolness is literal hotness.

That heat hurts like a drawn-out sparring session, and he's ready for this dream to end. In the meantime, Papyrus does his best to leap between the remaining bits of solid ground to search for somewhere less exploded. And worse than the pain, worse than the way the few magma monsters he's seen weren't exactly friendly or talkative, is the way his usual gravity-defying abilities just... aren't working right.

"I never thought I would wish for steam vents," he laments after barely making another challenging leap.

Mistle...toe?

Well, life can't be all fun, and games, and running around while literally on fire in a volcanic wasteland... Sometimes life is about walking through a snowy forest, encountering strange vegetation, and finding a new purpose.

Like watching intently for signs of other people, and ambushing them.

Unfortunately for the hapless ambushee, there's no immediate sign whether he's been affected by mistletoe or mistlefoe; friend or foe, Papyrus feels the need to greet them with a fight. Either way he doesn't intend to kill anyone - and his mastery of his own magic is good enough that he's not going to (unless it, too, starts glitching on him).

But, thanks to whichever plant he encountered, he absolutely, dapsolutely is not taking 'no' for an answer here. They're going to have a cool spar if he has to chase them and pummel them with bones to make it happen.

[OOC: Feel free to respond with action tags or prose as you prefer, I'm good either way. If you're taking the mistletoe/mistlefoe prompt, let me know if you prefer one or the other! If no preference, I'll flip a coin or something. And followup tags won't be as long as this - I just wanted to set up the scenes in some detail, and the playful narration ran away with me.]

Edited 2020-01-01 05:48 (UTC)

Jules' paranoid instincts kicked in the moment Rum Tum Tugger gets hit by the mistlefoe. He's already on guard before his Trisani mind reading tells him that he's the target. Of course he is. That's just normal in his world.

Jules snarls and bares his own fangs at Rum Tum Tugger. His fangs and claws are a lovely benefit of being Andarion. They mean a lot more to an animal than a simple glare would.

"Don't screw with me, puss. It would be a big mistake."

While Jules is aware this cat is far more than it seems since he caught sentient thoughts, his automatic response to anything is an insult and targeted attack. If the verbal strike isn't enough, he'll be more than happy to use more physical or psychic means.

Goodness!

[Asgore's certainly caught off-guard, but luckily, he is another monster. He's familiar with this practice! Granted, people who aren't Undyne don't often tend to greet the King with a quick spar, but that's no rule of his; he's never stood on formality. Lately, he's avoided combat in general, but this isn't a real FIGHT. This is just monster tradition, and he's entirely willing to participate!

ACT > Greet

Like, eventually.]

Howdy, Papyrus!

frozen:

[the figure in white blends right in with his surroundings. when the wind blows, it makes the fluttering of his robes seem like nothing more than the stirring of another snowdrift. xiao xingchen treks across this frozen landscape, seemingly unaffected by the cold.

he stops every now and then, turning his head in one direction or another, listening. the white blindfold that covers his eyes might explain why he can't enjoy the scenery - not that there's much to see.

he can tell by their footsteps, the heavier ones of the mammoths, the pacing of the cats. xingchen adjusts his path accordingly to stay out of their way. even if there's a sword on his back, these aren't the kind of things he normally hunts. besides, there don't seem to be any people around for them to be a danger to.

or is there? he stops again and tilts his head before his voice comes out on a frosty cloud.]

Is someone there?

mistletoe:

[he doesn't feel a drastic change. xingchen is always gentle and kind, but the strange plant that he encountered definitely enhances a little of that feeling.

it's nice to feel some warmth after all the cold, even if it's the more internal kind. but there's still other ways of warming his hands, like...maybe lacing his fingers with those of anyone who's close to him.

maybe he's just asking for a guide?]

[Xingchen isn't the only one out in the winterscape. And he is being followed. Quiet scuffs, unlikely to be heard over the wind and scuffle of the beasts. Xingchen is also not the only one leaving the creatures alone, stepping out of their way and making not move to attack them.

This is a dream. It has to be. Zichen is Xiao Xingchen's polar opposite. Black to his white. Sight, to his blindness. And that last bit feels wrong. He's held back from simply going to the other man's side only to try and work out what he's obviously missed.

But Xingchen knows someone is near, and calls out. So Zichen takes the few steps separating them quickly.]

Xingchen?

[There is a hello in his voice. A question of how he is. And despite Zichen's usual aversion to casual contact, he comes close enough to reach for one of his friend's hands.]

[xingchen's breath catches. he knows that voice instantly, would know it anywhere. now the question of where he is and how he got there is doubled.

this isn't a dream. xingchen can still see in his dreams and he often dreams of this man's face. in his crueler dreams, it's a face twisted by pain and anguish, spitting words that bypass xingchen's skin and bones and aim straight for his heart.

despite the cold, he hasn't been shivering. but xingchen's hand trembles as it's taken.]

Zichen...? Is it really you?

POLAR OPPOSITES, A WEED SPROUTS IN THE WASTELAND

[ It's cold.

Looking through what feels like a thick haze into the darkness behind closed eyelids, Shiemi doesn't think that's right. She wasn't cold, not a moment ago. She remembers light and heat and a wetness, thick beads, tears falling from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. That's right. She'd been crying. She still is. She winces realizing the sting, the frost clinging to her lashes, moisture frozen at the corners of eyes she slowly opens. More than that, it's Yuki...! She'd just been telling Rin about Yuki-chan, that she'd messed up, that she'd gotten angry, that he'd said -- and her fingers ball into fists, clench snow and so much ice as she begins to really clear the haze, to wake up from what seems to her in that moment like some deep sleep -- that he didn't have a single friend or even family.

That he was alone.

She sits up not quite dazed, fists finding the fabric of her kimono just above her knees. She exhales and the moisture in that breath turns to ice before rapidly fluttering lashes as everything begins to come into focus. It's cold and this isn't right. She turns her head left, then right. This isn't the table at which she'd been sitting, the room where they'd gathered. She isn't there and no one's here. She remembers Rin had turned to go, but that doesn't explain this, the ice spreading from the tips of her fingers into the fabric of her clothes that sees her gasp and let go of her clothing. ]

Wh-what...?

[ What is this? She can't shake it off?! She looks from her hands around her almost frantically. ]

Where am I...? Everyone? A-anyone! [ She calls a little louder, her voice echoing through the nothingness. Her lower lip quivers slightly, brows furrowing as she dips her head. ]

Yuki-chan...

[ She hopes he's alright. She doesn't know where she is, where he and the others are right now or what's happened, what's going on, but... she's got to get up. She knows she does, but she feels so heavy. ]

MISTLEFOE, TAMER SHIEMI WANTS TO FIGHT!!

[ When Shiemi had glimpsed that familiar plant hanging in its uncut, untendered state atop a lonely branch, she had brightened. She's seen many things in this frozen wasteland, but very little in the way of readily apparent familiar foliage. She expected as much. Many plants and flowers sleep in the winter, she knows, and just because that thick white blankets everything doesn't mean there isn't life beneath it or thriving in the midst of it, but this is the first she's seen and she wants to get a closer look at that resilient little guy perching up there. That's her first mistake because that desire sees her walk directly beneath it in looking for a way to maybe climb...?

She might seem fine should someone happen to approach her. In fact, she's pretty focused on getting up there to take a look at that mistletoe... until she notices you. Then, she stops. Then, her expression twists into some kind of alarm and the leg up she'd gotten on the tree fails and she kind of. Plummets down several feet.

She's apparently fine, though, because she's hurriedly pushing herself up. ]

Y-you...!

[ Yes, you. There is five feet, five inches of blond walking up on you and that expression of hers is shifting from alarmed into some sort of tight lipped, fist clenching furious. She's ready to fight! ]

[It's cold, but despite the bitter wind and the billowing snow, it's tolerable. Yukio pulls his exorcist's coat closer around himself, buries his face a little more into his scarf. There's a knitted cap pulled low over his head, covering the magitech eye set into his forehead, and gloves on his hands.

He's wandering through the dreamy landscape, not thinking too much about the potential of running into anyone else here.

Until he does.

He stops dead in his tracks as he walks up behind that familiar figure, sees that blonde hair and a bright kimono and hears that shaking voice.

Shiemi was in the Carnival, for a few weeks. But the odds are that this isn't the same Shiemi. This isn't the Shiemi he... talked to, apologized to, sat down and tried to figure things out with. If she... if the last thing she remembers was...]

Shiemi-san? [He's quiet, as he walks up beside her from behind. Not too close. He doesn't want to startle her.]

[ Shiemi pauses, straightens at the sound of that voice. She wasn't expecting to hear it. She'd hoped that somehow she'd see Yuki soon once she figured all this out, what to say to him, but that hope is nestled behind a rapidly growing anger reaching from the pit of her stomach to bloom in her chest and spread through her frame in its entirety. She pushes herself to stand and turn and she is walking too quickly with her fists balled at her side. Don't mind that she nearly trips in approach. ]

Yuki-chan!

[ She is absolutely lifting a fist and swinging for his face as hard as she can!! And with about as much as experience as one might expect one Shiemi Moriyama to have. That's not even a proper fist she's aiming at his face, and not for lack of trying. She is leaning too much into it, trying to put as much force as possible into this punch that has to connect. ]

Yuki-chan, we're going to fight right now!

[ Shiemi, that's something you should maybe say before you start trying to punch him. Maybe before you nearly fall into him trying to punch him. ]

Edited 2020-01-04 03:27 (UTC)

Rum Tum Tugger should probably be a little more put-off that this apparent human has claws-- which isn't to say it isn't offputting, because frankly that's just wrong.

The thing is, theoretically, it should deter him from starting a fight with someone who's already several times his size. For all his bravado and contrariness, Tugger is not generally all that eager to pick direct fights, even against other cats. But that's under normal circumstances.

Instead of backing off, he sneers, back arched and fur puffing. "Look who's a big deal. If you want to make yourself a threat, you're better off taking action than creating meaningless protractions."

Rum Tum Tugger has absolutely never had room to talk about wasting time, but listen: That's HIS job.

[That's... "totally unexpected" would be putting it mildly, because Yukio has known Shiemi for years now and throwing a punch is never her solution.

Yukio just takes her down. Sorry, Shiemi, but you don't rush at someone with as much martial arts training as Yukio has without ending up on the ground.]

We are not going to fight.

[ She sure is on the ground now and it hurts, but the shock and that bit of pain from the impact isn't enough to shake that parasitic plant's aggressive demands. Shiemi is shoving and kicking and struggling against Yukio and his statement like her life depends on it, like his life depends on it. ]

W-we are! We're going to fight because...!

[ She feels it. She feels it but she can't put it into words with the heat of that anger pressing her mind, burning her despite the cold clinging to her skin. There's ice crystals spreading harshly from her fingers. She's got to take Yuki-chan down! She's going to try to punch him again!! ]

[He knows how to pin someone without actually hurting them (goodness knows he's been pinned enough before). And it's becoming really obvious that something is impacting Shiemi's mind, in addition to the ice climbing up her skin. He has to stop her, has to contain that flailing aggression before--

Well, Yukio knows better than most what this place can do to peoples minds, the violence it can inspire.]

No, Shiemi-san. We are not going to fight. [Nevermind that now he's got a firm grip on her shoulder and wrist, shoving her face against the snow.]

We can talk, if you want, but we're not fighting.

[ It's a frustrated, strangled sound she makes into the snow. He's stronger than she is. She knows, but the sort of anger that has her isn't exactly wholly rational or the type of thing that allows a person to easily think things through and out. She struggles. She tries to free her wrist, to get out of his grip, to turn. Maybe she can kick him? Somehow?? In the butt??? Guard your butt, Yukio. ]

We are! Yuki-chan, you just... ran off!

[He's so focused on pinning her torso and not tearing her wrist or shoulder or the fabric of her kimono with his sharp metal claws that he doesn't have the chance to block that kick, and it gets him in the side of a leg.

Oh. That's... that's when she's from. The same moment as he is, and he doesn't want to be here, to be pinning her like this so soon after...]

I know. [He has distance from that moment that she doesn't, months of distance even if the memory is suddenly sharp again.] But I'm here right now, so stop trying to fight and we can talk.

[But he's not paying enough attention. He's pinning her torso and her legs are still free to flail around as she fights back, and he hasn't quite figured out how to incorporate his tail into grappling yet. It's just in the snow behind him, half-buried. With the curved blade pointing up.

One of those flailing kicks brings her leg across the sharp metal blade (thankfully just across it, not directly down on it, it's a slice not a puncture) and Yukio looks back at the unfamiliar pressure. There's blood in the snow. Shit.]

Shiemi-san, I need you to stop fighting me.

Edited 2020-01-04 21:28 (UTC)

[ As angry as she is, as hard as she's struggling against him, to fight him, Shiemi feels that. Just as that -- what it is, she's not sure, it's something -- slices her skin, the pain slices away at her anger and quickly so it sort of withers in her and she slows, stops, blinking still frozen lashes as she gazes into the snow in front of her. She's... not sure what's happened, why her leg hurts all of a sudden, why she's like this, why she was so angry a moment ago, angry like that. ]

Yuki-chan...?

[ That voice, this weight pressing into her... it's Yuki-chan and some part of her feels so relieved despite that pain, but then those words register, what she's been doing. She was... trying to fight Yuki and... she relaxes, all that aggression melting at once from her frame. ]

Y-Yuki-chan, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... [ But she did. She meant it. She really meant to fight him just now and after what had only just happened between them. ]

[Is that all it's going to take? An injury, bleeding the fight out of her form, the aggression from her voice. Stranger things have happened, and Yukio accepts it instead of being suspicious. He lets go of her arm and her shoulder, starts digging through his backpack and pulls out a roll of bandages.]

It's all right. It wasn't your fault. [There's something weird about this island, beyond the dreaminess of the overall feeling.]

Let me see your leg, Shiemi-san. [He isn't thinking about his fae changes right now, the shimmer of pale blue on the skin of his face like a mask of flames, the glow to his eyes, the change to his complexion that comes from blood that's gone blue and glowing, the tiny glittering eyes that have replaced his moles. That's not all, but the hat pulled low over his forehead and the scarf wrapped to cover his mouth are hiding most of the rest of it.]

[ It takes her a moment after he lets go for her to sit up, albeit in a somewhat awkward position so that the cut remains as close to upright and accessible as possible. He says that, but it isn't alright. She isn't sure what came over her. She doesn't understand herself in the moment before any more than she did Yuki at the shop and now, now it feels like she doesn't understand anything at all.

But she listens. She's not going to fight him about this. She shifts to make that slice in her leg as easily accessible as possible to him and when she looks up from the ground, she pauses, eyes widening as they catch that shimmer of pale blue, the glow about his eyes. There's eyes where his moles should be, too, tiny and glittering and all of it stands stark alongside the change in his complexion.

She really doesn't understand anything. She'd only just seen him and now... maybe don't mind the quiet little mumble tumbling out of her mouth and in which there isn't an iota of anything remotely resembling fear. No, it's something else, a little breathless maybe. ]

Yuki-chan's face... [ At which she may have been staring the past moment or so. She hasn't quite realized that despite the throbbing in her leg. ]

[Oh, that's right. His face. He'd gotten used to it, somehow, after what happened in Shabon, after he split into Light and Dark halves and recombined. It helps that he doesn't have to (can't) see his own reflection.]

It's... a very long story. [One they can deal with after he finishes bandaging her leg, wrapping fabric and tying it off instead of using adhesive bandages or tape (those are in limited supply).] But it's not something you have to worry about.

Hi, Asgore!

[It's just as well Asgore's stance on formality is relaxed, as Papyrus isn't much of one for respectful titles, especially in dreams. What energy he might have turned to manners, he's instead put to imitating Undyne by perching on the nearest rock to pose impressively. And her example's guiding him in other ways; he trained with her for ages, long enough to have succeeded her as Captain of the Royal Guard!

In... title, anyway.]

I didn't expect to dream of you... But, I already figured out why!

[It must be because he's feeling a roundabout connection to the expired king, thanks to all the flower watering he's been doing.]

It must be because... I want to see your coolest moves!!! Undyne tells stories, but I've never seen you in action!

[FIGHT

With that, a few volleys of bones fly out Asgore's way, alternating patterns of white and blue. Unlike a human only recently exposed to magic, Asgore should know how to handle himself.]

[ She hears him and she pauses, blinking at him. She'd been staring. She realizes that now and her cheeks flare, rapidly warming he small ice crystals that had been intent upon trying to make their home there only for a small layer of ice to spread over her skin its place. She doesn't quite realize that. What he'd said, she rushes in attempting to address that last thing. ]

I-I'm not worried about that! I actually think it looks really nice! Your eyes and... the glow..

[ She's rambling again. She needs to stop rambling, it's just like back at the shop...! ]

[He should have expected that, somehow. But he's caught totally off guard, a blush heating his cheeks, thankfully less visible than it would have been before his blood changed.]

It's easier to find me in the dark now. [is that... a joke?? yeah, that's a little bit of a joke.

He stands, and offers a hand to help Shiemi find her feet again. He's careful with his claws, but he had to pull his gloves off to bandage her leg, so they're fully visible. His tail is too, as it lifts out of the snow and shakes some of the moisture off.]

Did you just... arrive? [It's an odd way of putting it, when things feel so much like a dream, but it's the easiest way to handle things.]

Ha ha! How very like her!

[That isn't why this dream is happening at all, of course. But before Asgore can explain that, the Fight begins!

Combat distresses him more and more lately, but this isn't anything like that. Monster fights are different. He handles himself easily, dodging the white bones and simply holding still through most of the blue. Undyne always did say how hard she had to work to ever land a blow on him.

She also said how he'd been unwilling to do any fighting back. But she was a child when she came after him. Papyrus is an adult. Asgore lifts his paws and sends a rather simple pattern of fireballs back - he's still not going to go all-out in a simple sparring session.]

This is Mu, the island of dreams. People from many different lands may meet each other here.

[ A joke from Yuki-chan... Shiemi lets go of a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. There's a lot she doesn't understand. She's not entirely sure what happened with her a few moments ago or what's happened with Yuki, where the others are, where they even are right now. They need to talk properly, too, she knows that, and they will, but she feels a little relieved somehow, hearing him joke like that. Just a little, enough to reach and accept that offered hand.

Claws...? Her eyes don't miss that tail, the curved blade attached to it. Was that what she cut herself on? When she was trying to kick Yuki -- the thought sees her cheeks burn a bit more as she looks up at him, standing carefully on her leg. It still burns, still throbs a little, but she's sure she can walk with it. It wasn't that deep and Yuki had bandaged it, so it should be okay. She can definitely do it! ]

I did.

[ She nods with that. ]

I'm not really sure where we are, though, or how I got here.

[ It had felt like waking up? Or is she asleep, somehow dreaming of Yuki-chan like this? ]

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